Paroles et traduction Juan Vicente Torrealba - La Potranca Zaina

La Potranca Zaina

Les contaré señores
La historia muy bonita
De linda potranquita
Con ojos soñadores,
Colita de caballo
Andar pasi trotero,
De crines muy hermosas,
Corría por los esteros.

Era una potra muy singular,
No conocia el amor,
No conocía el dolor,
No conocía corral,
Sola quería vivir
Por el palmar.

Era la potra zaina
La flor de la llanura,
Caballos y potrones
Sufrían por su hermosura;
Paseando las sabanas
En las noches de luna.
Coqueta se miraba
Su sombra en la Laguna

La potranca al fin se descuidó
Y un día primaveral,
A orillas del palmar
En un lazo cayó,
La zaina así perdió
Su libertad.

No quiere el freno morder,
Ni la montura llevar,
Riendas no quiere sentir,
Ni que le pongan bozal,
Y cuando está en el potrero
Oye silbar el gavilán,
Se escucha la potranquita
Triste llorar.

Esa potra la voy a domar,
La enseñare a querer,
Le enseñare a llevar
El freno y el bozal,
Y luego le daré
Su libertad.

No quiere el freno morder,
Ni la montura llevar,
Riendas no quiere sentir
Ni que le pongan bozal
Y cuando está en el potrero
Oye silbar el gavilán,
Se escucha la potranquita
Triste llorar.

A esa potra la voy a domar,
La enseñare a querer,
Le enseñare a llevar
El freno y el bozal,
Y luego le daré
Su libertad.

The Zaina Colt

I will tell you, my lady
A very beautiful story
Of a pretty little colt
With dreamy eyes,
A horse's tail
A leisurely trot,
With very beautiful manes,
She ran through the marshes.

She was a very unique colt,
She didn't know love,
She didn't know pain,
She didn't know the corral,
She just wanted to live
By the palm grove.

She was the zaina colt
The flower of the plains,
Horses and stallions
Suffered for her beauty;
Strolling through the savannas
On moonlit nights.
She looked at herself coquettishly
Her shadow in the lagoon

The colt was careless at last
And one spring day,
On the banks of the palm grove
She fell into a noose,
The zaina lost her
Freedom.

She doesn't want to bite the bit,
Nor wear the saddle,
She doesn't want to feel reins,
Nor have a muzzle put on her,
And when she's in the pasture
She hears the hawk's whistle,
The little colt is heard
Crying sadly.

I am going to tame that colt,
I will teach her to love,
I will teach her to carry
The bridle and the muzzle,
And then I will give her
Her freedom.

She doesn't want to bite the bit,
Nor wear the saddle,
She doesn't want to feel reins
Nor have a muzzle put on her
And when she's in the pasture
She hears the hawk's whistle,
The little colt is heard
Crying sadly.

I am going to tame that colt,
I will teach her to love,
I will teach her to carry
The bridle and the muzzle,
And then I will give her
Her freedom.